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My dad gave me a giant Terrell Davis jersey for Christmas once. My grandma had brought me a Jayhawks jersey (Raef Lafrentz #), which I liked (family is from Kansas). So he figured since I liked the jersey and I had Terrell Davis on my fantasy football team, it made perfect sense. If you know what I look like, you can imagine how ridiculous I look in an NFL jersey. If I saw myself wearing it, I would feel bad for me.
Are you bald with a va-gina on your forehead?
I have kinfolks down there. End up in STL about once every 2 years or so. I'll gladly meet up with STLB for aSorry about your wife's ruined vajajay.Congrats GB!
You jerkwads need to look me up next time you're in town.
. And to see what kind of look I get from my wife when I tell her I'm going to meet someone from the internet, that's just an added bonus.
No, still have my hair, but my body type is somewhere between McLovin and Shawn Bradley.
Finless is real?
Link?
Dear ATL - Go f your collective selves. Bastards stuck it to me with SEA on the MoneyLine last week, and again this week too.
Geez. No idea what to say here, other than I'm sorry to hear this and hope you can get everything worked out.
: (Any option of just getting a regular job? What does she want you to do?
I'm trying to get a regular job. She wants the money back ASAP and I'm not sure how to do that.
Holy crap, that's tough.Was she that unclear on the finances, really? I thought she was involved in the operation. And she doesn't work another job, right? Hard to believe she did not know what was happening. And its not like you were spending the money on fast cars, coke and whores. You were trying to develop the biz to buy her new houses and stuff. You're both still well under 40, so its not really like you can't dig out and have a prosperous life. Sad to hear you're going through this. Wife and I have been through some really tough times together where I'm surprised we made it, but it gets better.
It's even worse than you think. At first I wasn't going because I didn't know what was going on with my life/job/schedule, but now I see I could make it for a day at least. Reason I'm not going: because I'm ####### fat. Seriously. Something awful has happened particularly in the last year and I've gained an enormous amount of weight--and am not pregnant despite GMTAN reports to the contrary--and am now fat and disgusted with myself and don't want to hold myself out that way to my iFriends. So I'm not going to see people I care about, including Uruk who might be dying, because of vanity. So now I'm disgusted with myself not only for being fat but for being a vain jerk, too. :(ETA: And also whining about myself when CD has actual problems.
Everyone packed on some pounds over the past few months. Don't sweat it.It's even worse than you think. At first I wasn't going because I didn't know what was going on with my life/job/schedule, but now I see I could make it for a day at least. Reason I'm not going: because I'm ####### fat. Seriously. Something awful has happened particularly in the last year and I've gained an enormous amount of weight--and am not pregnant despite GMTAN reports to the contrary--and am now fat and disgusted with myself and don't want to hold myself out that way to my iFriends. So I'm not going to see people I care about, including Uruk who might be dying, because of vanity. So now I'm disgusted with myself not only for being fat but for being a vain jerk, too. :(ETA: And also whining about myself when CD has actual problems.
I might be the only one in here who can understand where you're coming from. I'm sitting at about 15 pounds heavier than I have ever been, and have been ever since my life/our lives took a significant downhill turn (and even crept up to about 20 pounds at times). If I weren't pregnant, I can guarantee you that I would have some misgivings about going to coshole. Not that I have ever been overly vain, and not that I picture myself as some kind of Ashley York to anyone in here, but I would still be embarrassed by my current physique. So I am probably not going to be the best one to convince you to come to Austin, but I sure hope you will. I think that most people in this thread have shown some vulnerabilities/not-best sides of themselves, especially those who will be in attendance. I am not sure anyone in here has any right to judge anyone else on appearances. Except GM - he's one sexy Aryan.It's even worse than you think. At first I wasn't going because I didn't know what was going on with my life/job/schedule, but now I see I could make it for a day at least. Reason I'm not going: because I'm ####### fat. Seriously. Something awful has happened particularly in the last year and I've gained an enormous amount of weight--and am not pregnant despite GMTAN reports to the contrary--and am now fat and disgusted with myself and don't want to hold myself out that way to my iFriends. So I'm not going to see people I care about, including Uruk who might be dying, because of vanity. So now I'm disgusted with myself not only for being fat but for being a vain jerk, too. :(ETA: And also whining about myself when CD has actual problems.
I might be the only one in here who can understand where you're coming from. I'm sitting at about 15 pounds heavier than I have ever been, and have been ever since my life/our lives took a significant downhill turn (and even crept up to about 20 pounds at times). If I weren't pregnant, I can guarantee you that I would have some misgivings about going to coshole. Not that I have ever been overly vain, and not that I picture myself as some kind of Ashley York to anyone in here, but I would still be embarrassed by my current physique. So I am probably not going to be the best one to convince you to come to Austin, but I sure hope you will. I think that most people in this thread have shown some vulnerabilities/not-best sides of themselves, especially those who will be in attendance. I am not sure anyone in here has any right to judge anyone else on appearances. Except GM - he's one sexy Aryan.It's even worse than you think. At first I wasn't going because I didn't know what was going on with my life/job/schedule, but now I see I could make it for a day at least. Reason I'm not going: because I'm ####### fat. Seriously. Something awful has happened particularly in the last year and I've gained an enormous amount of weight--and am not pregnant despite GMTAN reports to the contrary--and am now fat and disgusted with myself and don't want to hold myself out that way to my iFriends. So I'm not going to see people I care about, including Uruk who might be dying, because of vanity. So now I'm disgusted with myself not only for being fat but for being a vain jerk, too. :(ETA: And also whining about myself when CD has actual problems.
One of the things I love most about this place is that you can be vulnerable and know that you are supported. See you in Austin K4 (+ OH)?
I wish it weren't so, but I hid it from her well. She has always supported me 100% as long as the reserve cushion was in place. And I used the reserve cushion and she is devastated. The money is not lost, it's in our accounts receivable. But I have violated her trust and that is hard to fix.
A meathole would be exciting!
A text right before I head across town to pick her up, she texts me "Our dryer is broken, do you mind if I bring some laundry over to wash." I say sure. We are just planing on watching some TV and playing doctor, no reason she can't do a load of laundry. When I pick her up, it's clear that her "I've lost a lot of weight since we last saw each other" text was a straight up lie, or maybe she just misplaced the weight somewhere else on her body. And next to her is easily a 50 pound bundle of laundry that has not been clean in quite some time. 5 mins into our drive back to my place, she tells me that "she has taken on the lifestyle of her hippie roommates in many ways, including not showering as much". Yeah, my nose figured this out about 4 mins and 55 seconds ago. She immediately says she is hungry and really wants Middle Eastern for dinner. Of course. I quickly find a place out of the way for gyros, hummus and hot tea.We get to my house, and get her laundry started, we watch TV and she decides that she is ready to go to bed. She changes into freshly laundered PJs and we go to bed. The smell is not so bad, so I move in for some fun, to which I get turned down repeatedly. 
At this point, I'm just ready to get some sleep, get to morning and get her back across town. But that doesn't happen. Instead she tosses and turns, whines and moans about not being able to sleep. This goes on until late, really late. I finally just block it out and drift off, waking up around 5 am to her taking a shower. 
I wake up around 8 am, get up, make sure her laundry is done (it is, she changed it over sometime in the middle of the night) Sometime around 9:30, she wakes up, offers the secks and I accept, but it was about the worst I think I have ever had, which is saying something. (Insert ex-Mrs. Bogart joke here)We leave for her place, stopping for breakfast of course, and over the entire drive, I learn how Obama has been poisoned with power, the media is too conservative, we are all just being fed what corporations want us to know, and that we are heading to a dark age where all information will be denied or false and religions will hold down creative thinkers. I have never dropped off a girl, friend hugged, and gotten out of there so fast before in my life. I have spent all day today, drinking Crown and Coke, watching football and washing every sheet, blanket and towel she touched on the sanitary cycle of the washing machine.I'm ready to find a nice, normal girl, who enjoys showers, to date for a little while.
Catfish an NFL prospect.
Starke, FL? Yep. Makes sense.
I'm awful with money. Downright awful. I pay bills right when they are about to get cutoff and have spent the last ten years living like one day I'll have so much money all of this will seem silly. It's a character flaw and I don't know where it came from and, even worse, I don't know how to put it back in the bottle. If I were single without kids than I could keep it up, but it is terrible to wake up one day (like today) and realize you are never going to be a zillionaire when your whole life has been lived like you would be. I'm a 35 year old JAG only I should have realized it years ago. I even sent in an article (upon request) to my uppity private high school alumni magazine about how great it is owning your own business and making your own rules. Right now, I wish I'd simply had a job and been normal for the last ten years. The stress of what I do doesn't affect me, but it HURTS the people around me. Devastates them and I go on. It has me wondering (genuinely) if I am a sociopath or have a screw loose. I've lost money from so many investors I can't keep count. I'm about to lose my wife over it. My daughter is 2 and I couldn't live in a world where she doesn't wake up in a bedroom down the hall from mine, but that didn't stop me from getting in this situation. I know that this is a fun message board, and I know there are people on it that may not like me. Maybe they will laugh at me and I probably deserve it. But tonight I feel like a fraud of a man and a terrible husband, father, and son. I have never hit rock bottom because I have an innate talent to cover rock bottom with a gorgeous window dressing, but I'm all out of illusions and show. If the Patriots win I'll feel marignally better. And I still think the T'eo thing is funny. so I have that going for me.
Ouch. Breaking trust is brutal. Gl recovering. I've little doubt you'll make it work if you keep at it. Best wishes.
at Bogart's woman.
Just shocked that meth isn't involved.
I love when you guys share dating stories on here, both good and bad.I will try not to go all Guster in length, but must share what happened to me yesterday/today:Since Thursday morning, I have been going no stop, making funeral arrangements, calling family/friends, going into the office after being out for what feels like all of 2013, things have been busy. Things finally slowed down Saturday afternoon to the point where every else that has to be done, can only be done on Monday and Tuesday. So kind of reached out to a couple of the girls that I have been dating off and on, just to see what might pop up. Ice Cream Girl, who has been nothing more than an occasional date since July, eagerly accepted to come over and just "hang out", and offered up the secks to "take my mind off things." I said I would pick her up at 5.Now, I haven't seen ICG in a few months. The first time we met, she was a yuppie teacher, curvy, but very nice and great conversation. A bit flaky, as I have mentioned that she will drop off the face of the Earth for weeks or months at a time, and then pop up again like nothing has happened. It has probably been two months since I have seen her. Since we first met, she has moved twice, and now currently lives with 4 roommates that I just recently find out are friends of her from her Occupy Dallas group.
So how's it feel to finally find your soul mate?I will try not to go all Guster in length, but must share what happened to me yesterday/today:Since Thursday morning, I have been going no stop, making funeral arrangements, calling family/friends, going into the office after being out for what feels like all of 2013, things have been busy. Things finally slowed down Saturday afternoon to the point where every else that has to be done, can only be done on Monday and Tuesday. So kind of reached out to a couple of the girls that I have been dating off and on, just to see what might pop up. Ice Cream Girl, who has been nothing more than an occasional date since July, eagerly accepted to come over and just "hang out", and offered up the secks to "take my mind off things." I said I would pick her up at 5.Now, I haven't seen ICG in a few months. The first time we met, she was a yuppie teacher, curvy, but very nice and great conversation. A bit flaky, as I have mentioned that she will drop off the face of the Earth for weeks or months at a time, and then pop up again like nothing has happened. It has probably been two months since I have seen her. Since we first met, she has moved twice, and now currently lives with 4 roommates that I just recently find out are friends of her from her Occupy Dallas group.
Eff the Patriots.But aside from that, sounds like you've reached bottom (or damned close to it). I recommend chatting with a therapist - no shtick. They have some you can see on a sliding scale fee, so the money isn't an excuse. The good news is once you reach bottom you can start rebuilding yourself into a better man. Lots of people live a lot longer than you without having a personal awakening. You've clearly got a lot of passion and enthusiasm. If you could learn to channel that energy into your family life, you'd be the envy of all your wife's friends and your relationship would take a million steps forward. Get a regular job. Set up automatic deposits for bills/savings. I really wish you the best of luck, Abraham and I have little doubt you can fix the changes you're looking for if you work at it.
Can you turn financial control over to someone else you trust and focus on the operational side? Admittedly, I don't really know what you do but it sounds like the financial side is your problem...?Maybe Cos can chime in, he seems successful with the self employed thing. My dad successfully ran donut & shops most of his life and made money just by being cheap.
I will translate mine into haiku formThe smell of my dateMade me wish for bedbug bitesSex not worth two meals
Isn't there some creepy church there, St. George or something? I remember driving through there and just wanting to get through it as fast as possible.
It was a very entertaining story for me if it makes you feel better.
